There are fragments, shards,
emulsified drifts and stacks of paper
opalescent eyes in black/white,
smile an eclipse of the sun
Across the room, not daring to sit,
his gaze an offering of loyalty
upon an altar sacrificed,
his love ambered in silver halide
I really liked this. You are quite on point with amazing poetry lately Irish.
ReplyDeletei have no idea what this portrays but the eloquence and word choice alone demands i ponder until understanding is granted.
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